I hope, darlings, that you will forgive my absence from these pages. Style Blogger headed to Paris for a front row center seat at fashion week, only to be sidelined by the flu. Quel drag!...

I hope, darlings, that you will forgive my absence from these pages. Style Blogger headed to Paris for a front row center seat at fashion week, only to be sidelined by the flu. Quel drag!...

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](http://blog.teenvogue.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/00080m.jpg)I hope, darlings, that you will forgive my absence from these pages. Style Blogger headed to Paris for a front row center seat at fashion week, only to be sidelined by the flu. Quel drag! But it takes more than a fever to ground your jet-setting style correspondent.

First up, dinner at Dave on Rue Richelieu, where I was greeted by the owner Dave Cheung himself--though no one uses his last name--wearing the charity Marc Jacobs’s tee of a naked Dita von Teese. The exclusive Chinese eatery’s crimson walls are covered with photos of le patron posing alongside famed members of the fashion flock (Kate Moss, Karl Lagerfeld, Stella McCartney to name a few). And there were several industry insiders in attendance tonight, including photographer Craig McDean and Vogue’s Creative Director extraordinare Grace Coddington.

Before hopping the Metro for the Lanvin show the next day, S.B. put on an Obey hat in the hopes of concealing a pair of very watery eyes. And what do you know: Designer Alber Elbaz accessorized his suit-clad ushers with baseball cap (a looked he debuted at his men’s show in January).

With most museums closed on Monday, there was only one place to go: quintessential Paris patisserie Ladureee, famous for the towers of colorful pastel macaroons featured in Sophia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. But macaroons weren’t on the menu for S.B. Instead, your nutty fashion reporter shelled out for a pistachio eclair.